// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
It’s true — he doesn’t have to worry about it, unless they’re interrupted. In which case, whomever does the interruption would have more than just Astaroth to worry about. The Maverick himself often was more frightening and intimidating than people gave him credit for. And it’s yet another side of the blonde that Astaroth adores, even when he’s faced with the brunt of it.
Hearing the repetition, he concedes the point. He doesn’t question it any further and presses in a touch affectionately to the kiss he can’t return — not until the morning at least. And as the sedatives start to creep in and he settles as a blanket on top of the other man, horns no longer in the way or a tail to wind around the other man’s middle, Astaroth can press in all that much more.
Nestling in as the muzzle warms up, his blinks start to turn slower until they finally close and the admission keeps him from essentially blacking out. “It's mine too.” He mumbles slowly, and with the sedative blocking out the way he would usually hold his tongue from being too sickly sweet, his arms tighten around the Maverick when he exhales out the next admission. “I feel safe.” Which is a big deal given the panic that had gripped him by his throat. And he settles a touch harder against him until he effectively passes out.
Hearing the repetition, he concedes the point. He doesn’t question it any further and presses in a touch affectionately to the kiss he can’t return — not until the morning at least. And as the sedatives start to creep in and he settles as a blanket on top of the other man, horns no longer in the way or a tail to wind around the other man’s middle, Astaroth can press in all that much more.
Nestling in as the muzzle warms up, his blinks start to turn slower until they finally close and the admission keeps him from essentially blacking out. “It's mine too.” He mumbles slowly, and with the sedative blocking out the way he would usually hold his tongue from being too sickly sweet, his arms tighten around the Maverick when he exhales out the next admission. “I feel safe.” Which is a big deal given the panic that had gripped him by his throat. And he settles a touch harder against him until he effectively passes out.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
